And I mean to withdraw in time. I mean to push her back and lick my tongue through the sweet folds of her pussy until she is drenched, shaking with need. I mean to plunge my cock inside her tight cunt and fuck her like a jackhammer until she comes, her muscles fluttering around me.
But I misjudge how her lips grip me. How her tongue flattens against me, mouth gushing with saliva, mimicking her tears. How her sweet arse bobs and judders with the force of my thrusts and I leave it far too late. Barely able to warn her, “Fuck, I’m coming,” before my muscles clench and my balls draw tight and the pleasure wipes all thought from my brain, my load shooting into the back of her throat as I give a guttural moan. The release such an exquisite pleasure that my knees briefly sag, almost spilling me to the floor.
I pull back, smoothing her hair. “Open your mouth, baby. Show me.”
She does and the sight of my cum pooling on her tongue sends a seismic shockwave rolling through my brain.
“Swallow it for me.”
Avon obeys without hesitation, opening her mouth again to show it clean and I pull her up to kiss her, tasting the remnants of me along with her sweet spit.
And I climb onto the bed, pushing her onto her back, covering her with my body, exulting in the sensation of skin against skin. “You’re everything I ever wanted in a girl.”
She shivers underneath me as I roll to the side, pulling her with me.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper into her ear.
And her gaze is clear as she looks at me with curiosity. “Why?”
“Because I meant to do a thousand other things to you before that happened, but I couldn’t stop myself.”
Avon wrinkles her nose, biting onto the corner of her bottom lip. “You couldn’t stop?”
“Not for a moment.” Her mouth widens into the largest smile I’ve seen her wear and I rest my forehead against her cheek, nuzzling against her neck and scraping my teeth across the tender skin of her throat. “But I promise to make it up to you.”
“Oh, yeah. Always making things up to me. How’d that work out for you, last time?”
“Amazingly well.”
She rolls towards me, putting her hand flat against my chest, then slowly working her way downwards.
“If you keep going like that, we’ll get to round two far sooner than you think.”
Her lips curl into the most mischievous smile. “And what does round two involve?”
My fingertip finds the sensitive patch of skin behind her ear, drawing tiny circles until she draws in a shaking breath. “It involves me kissing every inch of you from head to toe, then making a home in your sweet cunt until you come on my cock so many times, you’re gasping for mercy.”
“Oh.” She twists her hand so her knuckles brush against me, softly drawing farther down, teasing at the thicket of hair that leads from my abdomen straight to my cock. “And are you going to paint me again?”
“Oh, yes.” My voice drops to a low rumble. “I’m going to paint you from head to toe and I won’t be using acrylics.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
AVON
I fallasleep after Zane makes good on his promise, waking in a tangle of paint-smeared sheets. My body is sore, stretched, satisfied. Zane’s sleeping breath rumbles in my ear, heat pulsing at me like a furnace.
While he sleeps, I study his face, memorising the shapes and shadows just like I’ve done with the photos of him online. Charting the differences, adding everything to the same growing album in my memory.
A shiver strikes as I stare. A boy like him with a girl like me, and soon the fantasy walls will surely crumble to reveal the pretence. Just because I don’t know his game doesn’t mean there isn’t one.
I should never have let him talk me into this.
I’m a fool for coming back.
I reach for my clothes, needing cover, forgetting that the paint on the daybed came from my body.
And I don’t get far. The moment I leave the circle of his arms, Zane reaches for me, still unconscious, gathering me back against him with a soft huff of a sigh.
